If there's one thing I am not embarrassed to talk about, it's the fact that my wife is usually right. I wish this was an embellishment or whatever, But instead, it's a proven fact. When we were getting ready to go to my high school reunion across the country, we paid for a non-stop flight, or so I thought. It turned out that it was a two-stop flight with a thirteen-hour layover. Marcie was not happy.
"Leo, what were you thinking?" she asked me, her voice being colder than the usual.
"I booked two first-class seats to my hometown. I thought I specified non-stop."
"Well, I think you should let me do the talking when we get there. I have a better game face when it comes to negotiating."
I looked at her with the "Oh no you didn't" face before she spoke up.
"That doesn't require butting heads together."
I could not argue with that. We made it to the airport where, true to her word, she was able to negotiate it, so we still had two flights, but no more than a two-hour layover. As she walked back to me smiling, I conceded defeat. She kissed me on the forehead before we proceeded to the TSA checkpoint. It was at this point Marcie made a small mistake.
In some airports, you can reserve a spot so you don't have to wait in a long line to get screened. Unfortunately, Marcie forgot to reserve it. So we stood in a long line for a while, waiting until our time came up before we took off our shoes, put our carry on bags on the conveyor and made it through. By this time, she was a little wore down. We found our gate and sat down before we just allowed ourselves to calm down. Traveling is not our strong suit. It's one reason why we rarely travelled.
When it was time for us to board the plane, we found our seats and stowed our bags before sitting down. If there is one thing I recommend to people who can afford it,pay for the first-class seats. The roominess it worth it. We sat there waiting for the flight to take off. I reached over and held Marcie's hand as she closed her eyes. Before we took off, she was out snoring like a baby. I smiled as the plane hit the runway and we were on our way to our first destination.
I would love the say the flight felt shorter, but to be honest I fell asleep right behind her. I opened my eyes to the announcement from the captain that we were on our final approach. It was a decent landing. As we were able to grab our carry-ons and head out the gate, we looked at the boarding passes. The gate indicated was K-1. When we made it out of the tunnel, we had to ask for assistance to find it since we were in L-20. We ended up getting a skycap and riding on the golf cart to get to the other gate, just as it was beginning to board. I am unsure how the two hours evaporated like it did, but it was a bit later that we were on the second leg.
By the time we made it to the hotel room Marcie reserved, we were both dog-tired. We were so tired that we didn't even undress before hitting the bed and snoozing. We woke up a few hours later before we explored the room we would be staying in for the weekend. It was when we noticed how small the shower was that I received a call.
"Hi, Matt. Did you make it?"
"We learned with little Tony that we must allow extra time to do everything. It's just the way it works to be honest. Did you and Marcie have a good trip?"
